Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1887-07-22

worthy features of modern journalism, to
the reckless attacks upon personal char
acter; to the prurient and demoralizing
reports of crimes and scandals; to the
trivial gossip and invasions of the sanctity |
of private life, which characterize so
many popular papers, and from which the
press of Vermont, high as is its general
character, Is not wholly free. Mr.. Har-
ris's remarks in connection with this
branch of his subject were just and timely
and his address, which we should be |
glad, if we could, to give in full, was in
teresting, useful and every way excellent |
and was heartily applauded. The address
was followed by a lively and pleasing
poem entitled 1.-THE Editors Vision" by |
Mrs. NJ. J. Franciscoof Rutland, which !
was modestly read by its author, and was
cordially received.
THE EDITORS VISION.
The heightened shadows of a dying day
Were turning sunset hues to silver gray.
when, i'll his well worn sanctum chair
An editor sat in mute despair.
without, the soft breeze of the month of June |
Swayed the restless leaves in Il rythmic tune, |
And waited within a wild rose petal;
On the desk before HIM he saw it settle.
An. how strange the magic that rose leaf
wrought
And how. fair the pictures its perfume
brought,
Of shadowy paths meath the woodland shade,
And the music by babbling brooks there made,
OF the speckled trout and the flying deer,
With nights made for rest, and days of good
cheer.
While pleasantly dreaming thus in his chair,
Like lion cOuchaut in his desert lair,
The oNer-tasked man had rude recall
From his vision of Spring, from the outer
hall,
For out of the darkness a spectre strode--
No good did his coming or presence bode-
Who cfleda as he solcmnly crossed the floor,
Copy, SIR, copy, more yet, and yet more"
Alas Tor the editor, well he knew
Ere the morning his shOu1 view
Elaborate leaders on men and State
Must be placed by the greedy pub1c's plate.
For think, if while sippng'o our coffee or tea
Instead of discussion, a blank we should see
In place of the news the cut of a wheel,
And learn that the editors gone off to steal
10 steal half Il week from the years busy
quest
And taken the ladies-to temper his rest,
And the Governor also, to pardon the Jest
The editors gone"-then there no report
On the Interstate commerce bill in court,
ANA alas VINO Will tell US of Jacob the Sharp,
Who played on the aldermen as a Jews harp q?
How Field was at last in the Sage bush caught
And the syren song of the Jay bird taught.
No scorcher on Cleveland's remarkable way
OF stirring the Blue to placate the Grey.
| Gone. Then how in the world are we to know
Where the Gettysburg monument ought to
! And who would report the queen $ jubilee.
! And tell how pats side" she had failed to
see:
| No matter, Just now, about prohibition.
! TN the EDITORS back from his expedition:
/ And as 10 the next presidential election
nepuh.lcan splits. democratic detection,
! PostCilice matters. the Andovcr case,
Bre,r Sm9IIey a. mugwum ps making face,
| And all about Jolly brave Father McGlynn,
| VINO thought that ''by George, he'd begun to
BEGIN
To sec how man might still be man
| In spite OF the Pope in tine vatican;
| While original poems, Ike beautiful Snow, e
sweet Sprlngtime' and Editors Trips" you
know,
Would be sure 10 appear in some morning
With notes by "hebdomadal print" in addi-
ton.
'Tis strange how these editors could have the
TO vacale their posts when events crowd the
To take from these matters their Argus eve
And leave the whole thing to be turned into
The RCIormcr and Waterman both gone on
Not Il Hrdld or Messenger left. you see,
To run to the FREE Press, or, PhFntt-liko
When the grave Caredontan utters roar.
Now, some of these editors may be called
But their standard Of value is plainly seen,
Ana you know that often ii mo de>t Swain
Has Times OF showing that ne has a brain;
w mic another Is called 'the Gettysburg
You've only to read his last poem to know it
ilu Iie cultOr-pOct OF last year'S Trip,
VINO thought he had Civ EN- the public the
slip
II, emitting his name, "by special request :"
Crhat joke is played out we beg to suggest
The poem was worthy of Scott. they say,
And he'd nothing to be 'shamed of, anyway.
- yes, it's as plain as the nose on your face,
FOR the editor, only. there is but one place;
lie must stay at home and scratch for Il Inv
ing,
Brain-food to the public forever giving.
And yet, they do say, that up in Vermont
When Cleveland went thu ough with Dan La
mont,
They took at once the whole situation
II Grover could do it, why not all creation p
And gave the poor editors one brief vaca
SO Off they went. to see Martha and Nan
Daughters, you know, of the good farmer
man,
Who gave Martha the Vineyard. and as fol
"Nan-tuck- at once and found it the best
So, though on Mother Natures waiting
Each weary soul at last shall take its rest,
When, underneath some trees caressing
shade.
Each restful grave at last ia slowly made
YET still, If we could cool the heated brow
OF those who bra ely bear the burden now,
And say, "Go 1ortn awhile where Nature
And fortry thy soul with her sweet wiles,"
The recording Angels pen of truth
Would write the renewal OF their youth.
And it is meet that these brave h earted men
Who fight with bloodless sword we call the
pen,
Who stand upon the watch-tower of the
State
And signal signs OF danger or of fate.
Who hold within their grasp the mighty pow.
er
OF mind DER mind, so that as comes the hour
when evil clothes itself IN robes of light
And wrong is done In name of right
The press, like bell of liberty. rings out
In trumpet tones that leaves no room for
doubt;
The mountain echoes catch the mighty sound
And truth reverberatcs the world around.
Gov. Ormsbee, Lieut.. Gov. Fuller, Con
gresham Grout, Mr.. Milliken and Col.
Hooker were then called up in
turn by the president and responded
in a series OF as pleasant, sensible
bright and interesting short speeches
as one often hears upon such an
occasion. Col. Hooker was in an especial
ly funny mood, and wound up the talking
amid the constant laughter of all the
hearers.
THE JOURNEY HOME
was made by the way of New Bedford.
The sail thither by steamer in the fore
noon was delightful and the sight of the
old city with its whale ships rotting at its